I am posting this from Costa outside Carlisle station. Bear in mind I was only supposed to be in Carlisle for six minutes. I’m glad that what has happened, if it had to happen at all, on the last day: I’d be really disheartened if the week had begun this way.
My tale-of-woe begins…
It’s the last night of the trip. As ever, the way time plays tricks, on the one hand it seems like yesterday I set off, in other ways, a month ago. Anyway, tomorrow is home day — but of course I have a circuitous route planned.
I think this image tells the story of the day….
Meanwhile here is how I got back to England… and The North…
